And should he ever be fortuitous enough to strike that perfect balance, then Ignis would owe that meal and that moment a great deal of gratitude, for what that recovered laughter could now do to his spirit.
"What sorts of things?" he asked, knowing it could be a tumultuous direction to veer, but one he felt worth attempting.
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"What sorts of things?" he asked, knowing it could be a tumultuous direction to veer, but one he felt worth attempting.